Chapter 118
118. Slime Tamer 100
I wake up. The first thing I notice is the pungent smell of earth.
Next, someone’s scream hits my ears. I place my hand on the ground and get up quickly.
“Haaaahhhhhhh!”
In front of me, swinging her fists, is Eleanor. The moment her fist collides with the basilisk’s body, a loud noise like a ball hitting a wall echoes.
“Arx!”
Next to me, Ilza shouts. She’s sweating and shooting arrows.
Ahead of her is the King Basilisk. Bristling with arrows, it glares fiercely at them.
“Arx, get back! I can’t help you right now…!”
Looking closer, I see Ilza’s legs trembling. It’s a formidable opponent. It’s no surprise.
She suppressed her fear to protect me while I was unconscious.
“No, it’s okay now.”
I stand up and walk forward slowly.
“Arx!”
“Arx…? What are you doing!?”
The two shout in surprise. But I ignore them and open my status.
—
Arx Seirant, 17, Male
Level 46
Skills
[Slime Tamer]… Can produce level 8 slimes. Max (58→100) units.
[Slime Maker]… Can class change slimes.
—
The enhanced skill is [Slime Tamer]. The number of slimes I can produce has increased significantly.
And as the number of slimes increases, the range of the ‘strength in numbers’ effect from
“Everyone! Lend me your strength!”
I generate as many slimes as possible. An overwhelming number of slimes line up behind me.
It looks like an army. The sheer number leaves the two behind me speechless.
“Gaaaahhhhhhh!!”
The King Basilisk roars and charges at me with even more force.
But I am different from before. This means—
—this guy is no longer a threat to me.
I lift my foot and kick it hard.
“Gueehhhh!?”
With a solid impact, the King Basilisk is sent flying, rolling down the slope like a ball.
The ground is gouged out, and the earth trembles. The King Basilisk stares at me, bewildered.
“No way… Arx kicked the King Basilisk…?”
Eleanor’s voice leaks out in awe. I walk closer to the creature.
“Grr, Gaaahhhh!”
Realizing something is wrong, the King Basilisk roars. Its mouth glows white.
In an instant, a white beam shoots straight at me from a distance.
“Watch out! Arx!”
Eleanor shouts.
At that moment, I lightly swung my sword, slicing the beam in half.
The beam splits and gouges the ground. Naturally, the attack doesn’t touch me.
“It’s useless. Your attacks won’t work on me.”
The world seems different from before I lost consciousness. The attacks that were so terrifying before now seem trivial.
“Grr, Gaaahhhhh—”
“I said it’s useless.”
I stamp the ground and close in on it, moving behind it. As it turns, I kick it again.
—Now. How strong am I really? Have I gained the power to defeat it? Time to find out!
The King Basilisk’s massive body floats in the air. While it’s suspended, I grip my flaming sword tightly.
Flames flicker ominously from the blade. Blue-white lightning races around my body, merging with the flames.
“You may grow strong, but I’ve outpaced you. So—let me show you. The true strength of the weak!”
I tilt my sword and charge. The King Basilisk’s massive body seems to be drawn toward me. As I get close, I jump.
“
The diagonal slash cuts the King Basilisk in two. Blood sprays like a burst water balloon, and it cries out in its death throes.
“Gueeehhhh!!”
Its massive body crashes to the ground, causing a violent tremor. I sheathe my sword, confirm its death, and exhale.